Really enjoyed this much more than I thought I would. I'm not usually a person that enjoys too much gritty realism in my reading since the world seems to have more than enough of it already, however, Bukowski is able to negate any distaste I would usually feel towards this type of writing, and he does it without me even really noticing.

It's been some time since I wrote poetry but he has me contemplating my return to the frey already. Strange, it's really not my type of writing. Anyway, grab a copy of this one and let it work it's magic.